[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

By the time Eric, Charles, and Pietro returned to West Chester, the downpour was drawing to a close.

This small town between New York and Philadelphia is a rare and quiet place between the two metropolises. It has the leading university on the east coast, and it has a school that can be said to be regarded as a place for ordinary people or mutants. He is a very good all-rounder, and the only mutant school in the world.

It's just that half of the school has collapsed into ruins at this time, and it looks extremely bleak in the drizzle, but the fountain in front of the collapsed teaching building is still intact, and the sculpture of a Roman priestess with a flower basket is still intact. Not even a side of the pendulum was rubbed.

"Eric, you didn't save any sympathy for bringing down the school building, but you're lenient with this fountain." Charles said with a joke.

Eric looked at the marble sculpture, then at the ruins of the school building, and did not respond to Charles' teasing.

When the two of them first met, they got along like this. At that time, Charles was still young. Except for the early death of his father, his first half of life basically came smoothly. He needs to worry about everything, so he can laugh and is happy to make others laugh with him.

Not so with Eric.

At that time, he had been running around the world for several years, like a mouse living in the sewers of a bustling city, tracking down those war criminals who escaped the court-martial. I don't know how my peers should live.

Anyway, none of the people living around him were normal, they were all lunatics who fed on blood in the dark.

When he saw Charles at that time, he felt that if there were no wars and those damned German officers, then he should be a carefree and energetic young man like Charles, but there are no ifs in this world, even if he has most human beings. There is no power, and it can't change his doomed life since the war lunatic of the Nazi Party came to power.

So he also knew from the very beginning that although he and Charles had the same ideals, they grew up in different environments, resulting in differences in concepts that would cause irreparable differences between them.

Therefore, this cooperation to eliminate Apocalypse was an accident.

Eric didn't know why he took the initiative to find Charles, told him about the existence of Apocalypse, the ancestor of the mutants, and suggested that he should contain Apocalypse himself, and then cooperate with Charles to completely eliminate Apocalypse.In fact, to be precise, Apocalypse's proposition is his long-standing idea, to destroy human beings, and respect mutants. He has traveled around the world for many years, and his purpose is to change the status quo of mutants and promote mutants to become rulers. Location.

But...why...

His thoughts suddenly jumped back to the previous Pentagon. He didn't know why, so he threw his helmet to the other side, and in a trance, he thought that he was already holding a woman in his arms.

A woman with blond hair and blue eyes.

He frowned.

"Eric?" he heard Charles call him.

He turned his head away, Charles raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you responsible for what you did?" He said and looked towards the collapsed teaching building.

"Of course." He said calmly, and just as he took a step forward, he heard Charles say behind him: "Eric, what are you thinking?"

Eric was taken aback, then turned his head: "You promised..."

"Don't read your thoughts casually." Charles finished the last sentence for him, and then spread his hands, "I didn't, I just saw a lot of doubts in your eyes."

"Yes?" Eric said quietly.

"Of course." Charles smiled, "Old friend, you are really good at hiding your feelings, but you forgot that I can perceive many things from a person's eyes without using my ability."

"So you are really annoying." Eric's brows relaxed a little. Although there were many differences between him and Charles, it did not prevent them from being the people who knew each other best. He understood Charles's heart. A boring father who works to death for the world, Charles also understands the dirtiness and fragility beneath his calm surface.

He never denies that he is vulnerable, nor will he take the initiative to reveal it, but there are very few people who can tear away his disguise.

"I feel like I'm forgetting someone," Eric said.

Charles suppressed the smile on his face and sat up slightly.

"I don't remember her appearance, nor her voice. She seems to have never existed. I can't find any trace of being with her in my memory." He said, simply sitting in the fountain On the edge of his eyes, as if he was thinking, there was a little blankness in those deep blue eyes, which was a look he had never seen before.

Magneto, who was supposed to appear as an unfathomable image in front of ordinary people or mutants, is now like a lonely boat lost in the boundless sea.

"You're anxious," Charles said.

"Really?" Eric raised the corners of his lips.

"I won't lie to you, old friend," said Charles. "Of course you can't lie to me."

"Maybe," Eric said. "I hate this feeling of powerlessness. I'm pretty sure this person existed, but neither I nor anyone around me has ever seen her."

He looked up and saw Charles frowning slightly.

"You don't think I'm delusional, do you?" His tone was almost self-deprecating.

Charles shook his head lightly and said, "I understand you, Eric, even if the whole world is in a daze, you are still sober."

Eric stretched out his hand to cover half of his cheek, and laughed a few times, but there was a bit of bitterness in the laughter, and he didn't know it himself.

He also couldn't tell whether he was awake or not.

This feeling of grabbing something, spreading out his palm, but finding nothing, almost drove him crazy.

It's not that he hasn't had women.

Red, brown, and black hair flowed across his arms, and when he was young, he casually said some vows to those women who were immersed in love. He also forgot what the specific content was.For him, the life of a normal person is as far away as looking up from the sewer to the lights on the top floor of a skyscraper. The so-called love is more like a weed on the water that he accidentally caught after a short period of self-loathing in his dark life.

After knowing his identity as a mutant, those women all fled in panic, and he was also smoking a cigarette, calmly watching their terrified fleeing figures getting farther and farther away.

At this time, he was sure that he had never been in love.

No need for love either.

That night, he was lying alone on the cramped single bed in the Xavier school dormitory, and suddenly dreamed of his childhood memories that were almost covered in dust.

He was wearing short overalls, holding his mother's hand with one hand, lowering his head, stepping on the moss emerging from the cracks between the stone bricks and bricks on the bridge, he could really smell the strong smell of toffee from the corner candy store, I also heard the rumbling sirens of freighters on the Elbe River. The cinema across the bridge was pasted with the movie poster of "La Traviata" starring Greta Garbo and Robert Taylor. Someone came to greet his mother with It is the Saxon dialect that he is very familiar with.

He suddenly raised his head, looked behind him, and saw a pair of young men and women standing by the bridge. The man was tall, wearing a winter windbreaker, which made his shoulders broad and his legs long. His dark brown hair was blown by the wind on the bridge. Slightly disheveled, his handsome face showed no expression, but when he turned his head to look at the woman he was leading, the indifference and alienation in his eyes instantly thawed out, as gentle as the Elbe Valley after the snow melted in spring.

He looked at the woman curiously.

All she could see was her brilliant blond hair and blue eyes with crooked smiles. She was being held by that man with one hand, while the other hand gently touched her slightly raised belly.

A happy young couple, oh no, it should be a family of three.

Although they were some distance away, he seemed to have heard what she said at this moment.

"I have tens of thousands of books in my belly. I will call him Booker in the future. He must be very knowledgeable."

Eric woke up suddenly, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling paled by the street lights outside the window, he turned over, sat on the edge of the bed, panting slightly, and then covered his face with his hands.

His chest seemed to be stuffed with something, and it was on the verge of exploding. He felt that he was going crazy from this feeling. The woman's crooked laughing eyes kept appearing in his mind. At the same time, He also seemed to hear her calling his name.

"Eric."

He finally heard the voice clearly.

He raised his head and looked out of the window. The sycamore tree outside the window had lost all its leaves, leaving only bare branches.

"Magneto, why are you here?" the voice said, although it was a question, but with a faint excitement and joy, only the speaker could not fail to notice that she was actually excited by the arrival of this person. happy.

"I said, I'll come back to see you." He heard his own voice reply.

He groaned in pain, then stood up, and without putting on the coat hanging on the coat rack, he jumped from the window in a thin shirt and suit pants.

It was still late at night, and the moonlight seemed to be washed by the heavy rain, clear and bright, and the restored Xavier School was quiet, only the rustling of the leaves could be heard in the wind, and the fountain of the fountain drew out in mid-air An arc, then plunges into the pool.

He quickly walked across the campus, leaped into the air, and shuttled through this late-night town.

At this moment, the town is still in a deep sleep, only the dim street lights illuminating the dry road, only the occasional barking of dogs, and the sound of night vehicles rolling over the road, he does not know After walking for a long time, I finally stopped under a street lamp with the sound of electric current.

He looked up, only to realize that he had walked from Xavier School in the outer suburbs to the most densely populated area of ​​the town.

He has never been here before, but he has a very familiar feeling.

Eric stared at the flickering street lamp for a long time, and when he was about to walk away, he heard a cat meowing.

Following the sound, he raised his head and looked at the window on the second floor of a house on the side of the road. A black cat was sitting on the window sill, looking at him quietly, wagging its slender tail.

He looked at the black cat and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Meow." The black cat yelled again, then stood up and walked towards the house. Before jumping back into the house, it turned its head and looked at Eric, and flicked its tail. Eric didn't think about it, and raised his hands , soared into the air and jumped onto the window sill.

Only then did he realize that there was no one in the room, only the bedside lamp was turned to the dimmest brightness, which vaguely illuminated the furnishings in the room.

He jumped off the window sill, stepped on the soft carpet, and took a few steps forward. He saw the bookshelf opposite the bed. He just glanced casually at first, but his eyes stopped when he saw a red Russian matryoshka on the bookshelf. , he walked to the bookshelf, carefully held the nesting doll in his hands, and then heard the black cat let out a low cry.

He looked down, but saw the black cat wrapped its tail around an open suitcase, dragged it out from the corner of the closet, and dragged it to his feet.

When he was still amazed that a cat could drag a suitcase full of clothes, he saw the cat jump into the suitcase, and when it jumped down, the knitted sweaters in the suitcase were like It was distorted by the air, and instantly turned into a stone step extending downward, and the cat lightly landed on the stone step, looked back at him, and meowed, as if urging him.

Eric and the cat looked at each other for a long time before he lifted his foot and stepped on the stone steps.

He doesn't know why, but he trusts this strange cat very much. Since the heavy rain, there are more and more things he doesn't know. Maybe, this cat can lead him to find the answer.

He walked down the stone steps and came to a Rococo-style house. The luxurious decoration inside the house and the exquisite murals on the dome did not attract him. He saw the closed door on the opposite side of the stone steps at a glance. The black cat squatted in front of the door, watching him quietly, without wagging its tail or barking, just like a lifelike sculpture.

He walked eagerly to the door, reached out and touched the doorknob.

"This is a small experiment I did. I added my memory to this small space. You said you have been to many places, so is there any place you haven't been to?"

Eric heard the voice again, with a little pride. If he could remember the woman's appearance, he should also be able to see the proud look on her face.

He took the doorknob, pushed the door open, and stepped over the threshold.

This is a very old castle courtyard. Looking past the eaves, you can see the unmelted snow on the spire of the Gothic castle not far away. He is standing on the long eaves, in front of him are many people in strange clothes. Boys and girls in black cloaks, with their backs to him, were discussing something in English.

"Claire!"

He heard a voice behind him.

A girl with long blond hair turned her head, looked through him, and looked at the person behind him who called out the name.

Eric stared intently at her face, at her smiling eyes as she stretched out her hand to straighten her blond hair from the sideburns.

"Claire, your Ordinary Wizarding Exam results are out, and you are No. 1!" said the voice behind him.

The corners of "Claire"'s eyes are more curved, like a crescent moon.

"I just knew, I'm the best." She said with a smile, a little smug.

The moment Eric heard this voice, he felt that the things filling his chest suddenly exploded. He didn't know that his eye sockets were already terribly red, as if he was about to bleed.